If I
could offer only one tip for the future, drying your genitals would be it. I don't care if
you have to squirt some kerosene down there and light a match, but make sure you don't
walk around with a soggy diaper full of sweat after a workout. There's nothing more brutal
than a raging case of jock itch. And that goes for you women, too. Unless you want to grow
some Gouda cheese down there, get into a dry pair of panties as quickly as possible.
Don't spend too much time in the gym. Otherwise,
you'll wake up and you'll be 60, and you'll realize that even though you still look
buffed, you forgot to get laid, which is the sole reason you started lifting weights in
the first place.
Dance...but don't do it front of me because I'll
point at you and laugh real hard like the bully on "The Simpsons."
Respect the other muttonheads in the gym. Some of
them may be bozos, but hey, at least they've got the same goals that you do (except for
that one guy with the pink leg warmers that wants to be "the greatest ballerina the
world has ever known").
When you read the other bodybuilding mags, wear
protective goggles or else you'll go stark, raving, bat-shit crazy. .
When you get off a bench, wipe it off. What are
you, a mollusk? Like I want to lie in your trail of mucous and sweat...why not just
secrete some man-goo onto the bench and complete the whole unsavory picture?
Don't go around sounding like too much of an
expert. You may swear that the suppository form of creatine offers the best absorption,
but you may discover, years from now, that you just liked shoving stuff up your butt.
There's a lot we don't know about the body, and I doubt if you're going to be the one to
put an end to all future discussions. Be humble and be open-minded.
Live in Venice Beach once, but leave before you
get a job jumping out of birthday cakes as "Ernesto, boy-toy of the new
millennium." Hell, it's not half as glamorous as it sounds.
Put your weights away.
Don't let your penis call the shots. If you
really want to be a great man, put it on the shelf in a cleaned-out mayonnaise jar and
only pull it out when you really, really need it.
Love animals. I mean, have like a Platonic love
for animals. Anything else is against the law, except maybe in Arkansas.
Buy one of those Panasonic nose hair
clippers-really. Once you get over 30, you'll need it. Otherwise, when hunting season
opens, men dressed in camouflage overalls will use your nostrils as a duck blind.
Squat.
Don't walk to the bathroom in a public place
carrying a newspaper. You're automatically telling everybody in the place that you have to
take a dump, and frankly, we'd rather not have that image in our minds as we're about to
dive into our KFC.
Don't worry that there are plenty of guys in the
gym who are bigger than you are; you're probably better than they are in dozens of things.
Everybody has his or her own special gifts.
Stop wearing those tight little spandex muscle
shorts. I don't care if they make your legs look really bitchin'; overall, you look dopey.
It's a bad fashion statement. They let us see more of your butt crack than we care to see,
and we really don't want to know if you're circumcised or not.
The same goes for those muscle shirts with the
sleeves missing. What are you, the Fonz? This sport has a bad enough reputation without
you running around looking like a member of the all-gay cast of "Grease."
Do a steroid cycle once in your life and get it
out of your system. You'll never be envious of a pro bodybuilder again because you'll
realize that 90% of their success came out of a syringe.
Once in a while, take half the money you were
going to spend on supplements and spend it on something radical; like making a car
payment, paying your rent, or buying yourself some new underwear (remember what I said
about the jock itch).
Keep your old love letters, unless they're from
someone named "Bubba" down in cellblock C.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, but
if you do, keep the little brats the hell away from me, especially when I'm working out.
Bench.
Don't worry if, while you were spotting the
best-looking girl in the gym as she was doing squats, you sprouted spontaneous and
vigorous wood, which ended up thrusting her headfirst into the mirror. Your insurance will
cover it.
But trust me about changing your underwear.
HOW
TO SQUAT BIG-TIME.
Have you
always wanted to be one of those feared monsters in the gym, but never knew the secret?
Have people cover their eyes in fear when you walk past, see little scrawny guys scurry
away from the fountain when you grunt, or have an entourage follow you around to watch
every lift, in absolute awe? Well, youve got to squat and heres the guide to
ensure the fastest growth in your gym prowess. (Meatheads need not apply).
Step 1: Preparation.
For your initiation day at
the gym (the one that will set you on your way to monsterhood), you should have ready the
following: chalk (find some that makes the biggest cloud after you clap your hands
together). Powerlifting belt- 4-6 inches on the back. The biggest buckle and prongs you
can find. Knee wraps. Get ones that take about 5 minutes to wrap. Get a crew cut, it makes
you look bigger. Walk around like you got barrels under your arms, the bigger the better.
Step 2: The Walk.
Go to the
squat rack, and nothing but the rack. You must find the most direct line, even if that
means walking over a bench press or through a conversation between monsterheads.
Dont be intimidated. Youre going to earn their respect today. If any-one talks to you, you must ignore them, with your eyes fixed on the rack.
Dont trip over anything as this won't look good.
Step 3: Taking The Rack.
When you
arrive at the rack, if theres a skinny guy doing squats, push him over and say
"Get outta here, rat!" Make sure he gets hurt when he falls. If theres a
big guy , then hang off a while, but make sure your lats are flexed til they cramp,
and in complete view of the gym.
Step 4: The Setup.
Now that
you have your own rack, its important to get some attention. Drop your gear near the
rack as loudly as possible, so that the belt prongs hit something metallic. Slap the
supports of the rack with the side of your hands without getting a bruise. Pick up your
belt and cinch it up as tight as you can. Tighten until you have a 20 inch waist.
Contrasting with your 40 inch chest, you now have an impressive v-taper, just like the
pros. Throw on a pair of 45s. Make sure you throw them on as hard as you can without
losing your balance. Next, put on your wraps and double-check your belt. Now, toss on
another pair. This isnt good enough for them, throw on another pair. Now were
getting some looks, so fling on another 90. When the clamour of weights begins to die,
yell at somebody nearby, "Hey you, fetch me a couple more plates." You will
probably see even the biggest guys in the gym looking out of the corners of their eyes,
suppressing their awe. If only Yates could see you now.
Step 5: The Burn.
This is a
crucial step. Pick some skinny kid nearby and ask him quietly "Can I borrow you for a
moment?" Walk back to the bar, and wait for him to come near. If all goes to plan,
hell say "Do you want a spot?" Bingo! Make sure you yell the rest of this
so loud that everyone can hear: "You...spot me? HAHAHAHAHA! You couldnt spot a
fly if it hit you in the eye." Immediately, pick out one of the biggest guys and say,
"Hey bro, got a sec for a quick spot?" You have boosted his ego, so chances are
hell do it. IF not, then come up with a good joke about his clothing and pick
somebody else (not the deep squatter though). Reach for your chalk, and rub it across your
palms, shoulders, and neck. Occasionally say, "Piece of cake", "What a
joke", or "Now were cooking". Finally, smash your hands together, but
make sure theres a hefty quantity of chalk in the cup of your hands before they hit.
This will make sure it that it all explodes into the air. You want the POW camp extras in
the aerobics area to be struck with fear by the A-bomb cloud of chalk dust rising over the
rack. This should bring over another couple of extra spectators.
Step 6: The Lift.
Now that
youre wrapped, chalked, belted, and have an audience, its time to get on with
your lift. Walk back up to the bar, again, slap your hands on the bar, and very quickly
duck under the bar and smash your shoulders into it. This should make the cage rattle with
the weight. Make sure the spotter is close behind you, because its important that he
obscures you from the crowd. You want them to hear your lift not see it. When ready,
stand, and walk out with a grunt. Now, bend your knees and go down 2 inches. Try to roar
from the bottom of your stomach in a series of pitches making it sound like youre
going through a series of different levels of agony. Your last note should be unpleasantly
loud and should crescendo with you throwing the bar back on the pins. Most people will
think you came up from parallel, and the spotter should make it difficult to see.
Step 7: The Exit
If
youve injured yourself, dont cry until youve left the gym. Ignore the
spotter. If he starts to say something about the depth, yell over the top of him,
"What kind of LOUSY spot was that?" To anything he says after that, just laugh
him off immediately. Exit the gym by the same route you took to get in. Do not remove your
belt and remember those barrels.
With careful application of these secrets,
dont be surprised if you become the new talk of the gym. Author Unknown.